And then, to dry them, gavest the duke a clout
[♦] Steep’d in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland,—
His curses, then from bitterness of soul
[180] Denounced against thee, are all fall’n upon thee;
[♦] And God, not we, hath plagued thy bloody deed.
[♦] Q. Eliz. So just is God, to right the innocent.
Hast. O, ’twas the foulest deed to slay that babe,
[♦] And the most merciless that e’er was heard of!
185 Riv. Tyrants themselves wept when it was reported.
Dor. No man but prophesied revenge for it.